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not hear a shrill, repetitive sound can mean two things: either you're deaf or you're asleep. The drama is when the sound is the alarm clock to wake you.

woke up one hour later, and I had to do things at the speed of light, thinking it would not be enough to get on the bus. When I arrived School, with a half hour late, things were not yet ready and we had to wait quite a while longer to achieve coordinate with the authorities and go, definitely, to our destination.

Destiny.

minivans in the same we used to go to train JGM, were transported to the various peoples. In our series, the nine travelers we settled with our abundant luggage the best way possible. The trip was not much longer than it was in the past, but much more than interrupted. The cracks in the pavement, bypasses destroyed, the bridge Rio Claro in the bed of ri o; roads that I traveled several times at full speed and in which I did not notice until now.

remembered the town of Retreat at the very moment you leave the road to access it. The arrival offered a breathtaking panorama. High rice silos, strong and defiant, holding a brother who does not endured and sank between them. The floor, thick concrete slabs, broken and superimposed on the other as if they were the deciduous leaves fall. The small U-bend around the rail line showed the first homes have been killed, the same houses where, a year ago, we bought fresh vegetables and fragrant with my sister.

the driver of the van I drove towards the main road, which leads directly to the municipality, and to take the road, size the level of drama. The beautiful manor houses, with its open air corridors, the small houses that were once rural, but no less beautiful, most were demolished. Some with their roofs in the house, sometimes with the walls on the floor. Other than straight and were not. The floor had to be removed in many cases, since the unevenness was impassable. Joint School , where we talk with Paul, now had a crack of sky to floor in one of its wings, and the small gate was destroyed in many places.

approach the boarding in front of the house of the photo. Behind the house there were two glasses of water, which fell like dominoes, the new leads to the old. The internship had little damage, and the people we received, as the people were hurt, with great sorrow, but wanting to stand.

A loud and lively youth group was already there, it was impossible to belong to our federation, because we were the advance team. We were invited to play ball, but desisted from the fatigue of travel, so I have sought to use the time to organize our work. Once he reached the rest of the volunteers finished to see what we do, and when we were about to go to work, was the Rector of the University , the dean of my faculty, Mr. Burns and President of DATE. Then some words of good breeding and some sincere demands of us, came the photos and starting to work. All medicine we went in pairs, to strengthen and protect us.

My co-team proved to be a 5th grade girl, and no, very friendly, good humor, with the right words at the time were specified. We talked, I with my usual panache, he with an enviable parsimony and sincerity. We visited about five homes in the area that belonged to us before the sun fell, and returned to our shelter quickly.

already at boarding school, all prepared to share. That night was strange for me in the sense that I was not comfortable with this coming to a compact and confident, yet it was a good night. I realized, with observing and thinking, that despite differences, people were united, friendly and eager to help. That approach the heights had not become too pretentious, and the fact that not easily enter the group responded not only to its cohesion, but also to my present condition of oyster.

A little tired and already late enough, I went to the kitchen for tea before going to sleep. There I talk to the children who came before us in the boarding school, and were not college. It was a group that only appeal to the friendship and the circumstances, decided to go to the aid of the town. It was very different people in almost all areas, but the lack of interest and sympathy group them together. They invited me to share with them, and we were laughing and talking until late. I laughed a lot, I realized that the joy or the desire not to be missed with such ease, and that it does not matter how much one may feel strange at all, with a little cool, with a little opening everything is better.

I went to bed trying to make as little noise as possible. I knew it was late, he was responsible for the cabin does not move much because someone sleeping peacefully below, and should try to rest as much as possible, because the work was intense and started early the next day. That next day, which would be the day of words.

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At this point, we all know what happened on 27/02. The South was devastated in many of its towns and its people saw as their way of life was changed irredeemably brutal. Our task was to ask how they were after the earthquake, a joke at first instance. But our work brought more "benefits" just a bunch of statistical data.

We commissioned a survey on the needs basic population of the south. My task was to retreat from a group that had members in their faces absolutely unknown to me, except "Rengo" 5 th year he knew view. We came to the city to do our work, surveying a list of things that are not always missing, but sometimes did so with overwhelming proof. A new Chile opened our eyes, a distant Chile, socially unruly and sometimes quite abandoned. A Chile I thought no longer existed, but that the disaster brought to light. A Chile that forces me to give everything, to go to their aid now and in the future, because someone must do something, and who better than us.

This Wednesday will begin to tell the story of how each of the days I lived there, how was work and living experiences on this trip south, this trip I wanted in the last summer and got a completely different meaning, the journey to the center of vulnerability and strength of our people.

Photo: Pablo Madariaga T.

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's eleven thirty-four of the night ... I reread my text yesterday and I remain totally agree with what was written ... the only difference is that the spirit that imbued me alcohol is gone and now comes in ugly fashion "responsibility" and the normal fears (for me) with the task of trying to free two imprisoned women. When

I saw the avatar of Xochitl Gálvez in which he mentioned the injustice they had suffered Jacinta, Alberta and Teresa, I must confess that walked pedon. When I am in this state my rational side fades to give way to me, "Robin Hood", this part of me that emerges in the "fart" universal justice seeks among other things, this moment is not appropriate to talk of increased in my perception of my abilities "seductive", "choreographed" and even philosophical.

entry I wrote that many read it with great difficulty, I had to erase what already written many times that my hands were moving on the keyboard without me noticing ... generating sentences like .. Nsd''wir diírdyhp bs pt, pd s dsvst fr ns v '+ stvrl .... ("Of course we are going to get out of jail") that for a lag of a button to the left of both hands, when I reread what was written in the state where I was, did not know if my eyesight was failing or was writing in "tongues" enlightened by the Holy Spirit. Today

crude awakening, in full knowledge of the cause of my malady and its remedy miscellaneous went to the corner to buy a pair of loggerhead and ham pie. To account for half the dose and with a noticeable improvement in my health, I sat my instrument of work and opened the most recent file (this is something I always do to remember details from previous day), I confess that by the state in which I was, I thought writing something similar to the "Bill of Rights of Man and Citizen "enacted during the French Revolution, corrected some logical flaws and I posted on my blog, not content with this, I found the task of spread with great joy to all those Twitterers you consider relevant.

With the peace of duty done, I retreated to my bedroom to the second part of the dose to cure my illness has all but faded and fell into the sleep of the just ...
The reality was present in the words of my old ... "Now you gonna do?" ... "Eh??" I said for sure ... "Efren seriously ... I have been contacting my family asking what you gonna do and if it is true that you were in jail last year? "..." What time is it? "I asked with curiosity .. "Three in the afternoon" ... "the mother" ... The literary memory of the previous night, so as the morning sequelae were present. With some difficulty I got the marriage bed and went to the computer under the incredulous eyes of my old ...

For the second time that day ... I reread the text was still under the 100, but that to devote to the task of freeing a couple of Indians ... had an immeasurable distance. Continued the task of gathering facts ... "the mother" had not just written a text that I committed to as "unique" job, he had published and had asked for help and socially committed people who already had given RT to my request!
It was not long when I got the call Xochitl Galvez ... well I do not remember well the whole conversation, but I thanked my disposal in this case and reiterated its unconditional support me on it ...

Since I finished the call I've taken a Tibetan monk ... or as they say the classics, since I finished the call I've been doing asshole!! What I would do ...

Today I have no doubt that the discovery of America and many other feats of humanity may have been for a night of excess alcohol, no doubt that Don Cristobal, in a drunken state has said supine "This achievement because I can make it ... and he came to India on the other side .. not hesitate bastards! "

Today I just hope that the gods of drunkenness help me the task that I've gotten ...

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Yesterday while tweeting , a message appeared Xochitl Gálvez (a woman who should be the future president of this country), referring two indigenous women imprisoned unjustly which is serving a sentence of 21 years, talking with her message was the idea of \u200b\u200bcreating a group on Twitter and Facebook to raise awareness of this atrocity so that gave me the task of further research on the subject (as well say the classics).
Alberta and Teresa are two Indian women who have served as scapegoats to quench thirst Revenge of 6 staff of the AFI, which intended to humiliate, intimidate and extort merchants tianguis Mezquititlán Santiago, in the state of Querétaro.
They are accused of kidnapping and possession of 400 grams of cocaine, as federal Judge Rodolfo Estrada Longi imposed a sentence of 21 years in prison and a fine of ninety thousand dollars. Both
Miguel Angel Granados Chapa and Sergio Sarmiento of Reforma columnists that although sometimes disagree with them are worthy of my trust, listed a series of injustices and irregularities in the process.
Last year I was about eight months in prison, the reasons that led me to attempt to commit a crime, and the outcome of this "fling" will publish shortly in a book (The best versus "would" is the "Ya no way") I wrote during that time, so I know the hell that means being in prison, is suffering I wish that some "characters" (eg martial Masiel and accessories that overlapped, kidnappers and maybe a politician) but otherwise would not want any person of good will have to go through it.
Imagine two women who carry input to the tragedy of being poor in Mexico, who are victims of an unjust socioeconomic system (divine injustice) and rulers just looking infamous enrichment regardless of the suffering of "the governed" I find it grotesque, but if we add that these women have been unjustly imprisoned, who have already spent more than 3 years locked up and glimpsed another 18 years in prison is something with which I can not do stupid. The prison is one of the worst hell that humans can be exposed, I can not allow someone to go through this without having committed any crime and stay still and do nothing.
It is for this that I decided to devote as much as possible of my time and effort to make this injustice comes to light, and both Alberta and Teresa achieve their freedom as soon as possible. My
idea is to make a series of reports and upload to the Internet, both as to the youtube page Facebook group "For the freedom of Teresa and Alberta (http://www.facebook.com/help/?page=175 #! / group.php? gid = 386334476100), for this is known in Mexico and the world and presented to those responsible for this atrocity. Any support for the dissemination of this outrage is welcome and needed. And as my grandmother would say "God (in which I do not think) we confessed mijito grip."